Watching the maple trees grow like weeds in my yard is a perfect metaphor for this week's theme: we need to stretch to grow. Tiny seedlings along my fence are now decorated with large lime colored leaves. Thank goodness, winter is over and new growth can begin.
Nature's lessons fill anthologies of...
A colleague of mine moved across the country to be closer to her kids who moved out west from Long Island. She and her husband sold their house and settled in. Can you guess what happened? Her daughter-in-law got a great job in Chicago and moved. Now my friend is stuck in the desert. She misses the ...
My mother collected bells. They were displayed on a wooden shelf with a mirror behind them. The collection didn't need a mirror: there were plenty of brass, glass, and porcelain ringers without a reflection. My mother wasn't a hoarder, but she did like her stuff. Lots of people love stuff. My reacti...
It's been raining for several gray days here in New York as I write this post on the word "Illuminate." Funny universe. To me its a test to prove how much intention really matters. If I set the intention to "illuminate" something in work or life, the drab day becomes meaningless and I feel much more...
There comes a point in every creative project and every creative life where whatever worked in the past isn't working anymore.
Have you ever felt stuck in a routine that no longer excites you? Or maybe you’re craving a spark, something new, something fresh that shakes things up and pushes you to g...